“God…” Bobbi moaned and felt her legs parting for him, almost of their own volition. “All…all right,” she whispered, nearly panting with need. “You can…can touch me again, Dragon. But only to help me get over the last of the potion,” she added, trying to justify it to herself.
Her only answer was another soft kiss on the neck and then he was trailing his tongue down her chest to the swells of her breasts.
“So beautiful,” Bobbi heard him murmur. “So full and ripe and perfect.”
And then he sucked one of her nipples into his hot mouth and she felt his long fingers sliding into her slippery depths.
With another moan, she arched her back and gave herself up to pleasure. She would do better tomorrow, she promised herself. But just for tonight, she would give in and let the big Kindred do what he wanted…
36
“Why do you wear your hair that way?”
“Hmm?” Dragon looked up at her sleepily. He’d been halfway drowsing, waking slowly from another dream of the mammalian couple, Lalish and Taurex, he’d dreamed of the night before. This time he had seen their little one—the son they had mentioned in the previous dream. He had black hair, like his father and bronze eyes, like his mother. In Dragon’s dream, he had been no more than four or five cycles old—the same age he himself had been when the rival Clan killed his family.
Tolor. That was his name, he thought and again, he felt like he’d heard the name before, felt like it should mean something to him…
“Your hair,” Bobbi said. She sat up on one elbow and leaned over him, stroking a hand over his slicked-back hair, which Dragon kept tied tightly at the back of his neck.
This position put her beautiful breasts right in his face, which made it difficult to concentrate on what she was saying. Dragon had never cared for breasts before—female Saurians didn’t have much in the way of breasts to speak of and their nipples were inverted. They had never attracted him—not like Bobbi’s did.
He had kissed and licked and sucked her full mounds for a long time the night before, feeling like he couldn’t get enough of them—or of her—as he stroked and fingered her soft little pussy. She had come for him several times, moaning his name and making those soft, helpless sounds that made his shaft so hard when he remembered them…
“Dragon?” she asked, and he realized his mind had gone off on a tangent. With an effort, he pulled his eyes from her full breasts and looked into her lovely face instead.
“Hmm?” he asked.
“I said, why do you wear your hair all slicked back and tied up so tightly?” she asked, running a hand over his hair again. “Is it because you’re living with Saurians and they don’t even have any hair, so you’re trying to be like them?”
“Hmm…something like that, I guess,” Dragon said thoughtfully. “But also, it gets in my face when it’s loose—damn pain in the ass. Makes it hard to see when I’m fighting.”
She frowned. “What if I showed you a way to wear it so it stayed out of your face but without slicking it back like this? Would you like that?”
At this point, Dragon probably would have agreed to anything, as long as she kept touching him. He loved the feel of her soft, small hands on him—not to mention her luscious breasts in his face.
“We could try it,” he said, shrugging. “But it might be difficult to get all of the shellac out of my hair.”
“I’ll help you,” Bobbi promised. “Come on, we can take a shower together and I’ll wash it out for you.” She tugged on his arm. “Get up, lazybones! And help me get out of this damn sleeping pit.”
She stood and reached up to grasp the lip of the pit, but it was clear she was too short to get good enough leverage to lift herself out. However, the position did put her full, curvy body on display and Dragon couldn’t help admiring the view.
“Well—what are you waiting for?” Bobbi looked down at him, a frown playing around her lush lips—lips he had kissed over and over the night before, Dragon reminded himself. In fact, he had kissed most of her body—though not between her legs, which was apparently off-limits until after their wedding ceremony.
Dragon didn’t mind waiting to breed her until after they were married—that was the rule with well-bred Saurian females of good families as well. But he wished she would let him kiss her—let him spread her legs and taste her soft little pussy and lap her with his tongue. He didn’t know why he wanted to do that so badly, but he did.
Be patient, he told himself sternly, getting up at last. At least she seems much less resistant to the idea of getting married now.